POV

Cyrus was terrified. 

He had been scared ever since he’d woken up this morning with Mr. Vasquez knocking on his door and ordering him into the stuffy pants and itchy shirt that Cyrus hated. But he did it because he didn’t want to be yelled at again, and managed to be brave and not cry when they ended up walking towards a familiar office. Cyrus had felt his heart leap in his chest as they entered, wondering if Mr. Handsome had gotten his letter. 

But now things were even scarier. Mr. Handsome was angry, really angry with Mr. Vasquez, and his mom looked scared and about to cry, which made Cyrus cry too, especially when Mr. Handsome screamed and jumped over his desk at Mr. Vasquez, who pushed him to the floor. The impact hurt his wrist and his knees and he started crying even harder, the smells of blood and angry alphas making him tremble. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be back home, his real home. Cyrus flinched and cried out a little when he felt somebody grab him, his little claws slashing out in fear until his face was smothered up against a familiar, comforting scent. His eyes widened, little body instantly burrowing into Rhys’ chest as the omega grabbed him close, hiding his face from the violent scene happening before him.